Frank
Three days without Gerard at school. Three days! Sure, he can still come to my house every day, but I quickly learn that Gerard’s presence is the main reason I’m getting bullied less. Apparently, dating the most popular guy in school makes you less of a target, especially if the most popular guy in school is known for beating the shit out of people if they cross him. As I walk through the halls, I definitely hear more calls of, “Faggot!” or, “Where’s your boyfriend, fag?” and many more variations of the word. I’m tripped a few times, too, but I think only twice it was purposeful.
I’m getting friendly attention as well. On Tuesday, when I sit at my usual table (minus Gee) a large group of girls suddenly surrounds me, all talking at the same time. I recognize the well-endowed brunette from a while ago. Most of the group gets into the seats surrounding me, but a few aren’t able to and stand awkwardly next to the table. I’m extremely confused, and the table quiets down when they notice my expression, which from their body language I guess is fear.
A blonde girl I think takes the same AP physics class as me is the first to speak up. “Is he a good kisser?” All at once, the girls lean closer, hanging on to my every word despite me not having spoken yet.
“W-who?” I stutter, knowing they mean Gerard. “Um.” They lean closer. What am I supposed to say? “Yes? I mean, before him, I’d never–“ I stop myself. They don’t need to know that.
“He was your first?” squeals a large chunk of my fan club. Or Gerard’s fan club. Once again, they all started talking at once, and I stared down at my food. My mom had made me a peanut butter sandwich, cut into triangles, the same as she always has since I was five. Guess I’m not eating today.
“Guys, one at a time. He’s obviously overwhelmed.” I look at the source of sudden wisdom, and realize it was the brunette. I suppose Gerard telling her off (rather aggressively) had helped. The others complied. She must be their ringleader. “Okay, since you have nobody to compare him to, just describe how he kisses.”
I feel my cheeks light up. “Uh…” I have to answer, or they’ll never leave me alone about it. How do you describe a kiss? What is a kiss? Lips, I think. “His, uh, when he… He’s like, firm, but, um..” Talk, Frank! “His lips are firm, but soft? And when he does it, he always hold my head in some way, and he’s really good with his tongue,” I see some girls shift in their seats at that, “but, like, his lips are slimy after he’s been singing, and he doesn’t like me hearing him sing anyway, so I just avoid him when he’s cooking–“
“Is he a good cook?”
“Amazing. I always make him cook on days his parents aren’t home, or my parents, and he’ll do recipes out of my grandmother’s book, and they taste amazing. He’s amazing.” I feel a goofy grin overtake my expression and a chorus of aws reach my ears. I’m blushing again, because, did I really just ramble about Gee in front of these girls I don’t know? But these people feel safe to talk to, like they won’t turn around and stab me in the back after a few moments of being nice. Maybe I finally have friends I can confide–
“Who catches?”
“Sam!”
“What? I’m curious.”
“Who what?” I ask. Catches?
“Nothing, honey,” the brunette says.
“No, I want to know.” I try to put on a serious expression, but I suspect it looks more like a pout, and more girls aw. Sam sits up and leans in closer to me.
“When you guys, like,” she lowered her voice, “fuck, who sticks his dick into who?”
I blush violently. I don’t know what I expected, really. “You don’t have to answer that,” the brunette says, shooting a glare at Sam. I’m beginning to like her. But then, I have an idea.
“I don’t really want to say, but… what do you guys think? I kind of want to know…” and I’m blushing again.
Sam grins devilishly. “Group vote, everyone!” The brunette glares at both of us now. “Oh, come off it, Alicia. All in favor of Frank catching?” I’m surprised to see how few hands are raised. “Gerard?” Over half. I blush.
“Oh. Thanks,” I mutter. I hear giggles from around the table.
Sam lets out a bark of laughter. “Okay, flexible?”
A smattering of hands is raised, and it’s time for me to be confused again. “Flexible?”
“You both bottom, depending on the mood,” a redhead next to me explains. I suddenly have an image of Gee, flush and moaning, as I thrust into him. I feel a tent forming in my pants. You stop that, I think to my dick. I’d never considered that option. All the weird articles and gross videos, I’d always seen myself as the– what was it? Catcher? Now I’m remembering all the times we made love, and I need the subject to change so I don’t leave with an awkward boner.
“Oh, cool,” I say. Smooth. “Um. Anything else? Not about– uh, sex?” I mumble the word “sex.”
“Of course, hon’,” Alicia says. “Would you prefer us to leave you alone?” multiple objections from the others.
“No, I’m fine!” I say. I don’t know why, but I like the company. Then I realize what a mistake that was, because now I have to get my erection down before lunch is over. That’s going to be pretty hard, as the conversation is centered on Gerard.
“Is he a good boyfriend?” someone asks.
“Of course he is!” another says.
I think about his affections. “Yeah, he’s great,” I say, smiling again. “The first week we dated, he bought me a jacket, ‘cause he noticed I was always cold,” I remember I’m wearing the jacket. “It’s this one. And he’s really respectful of consent, and he’s always eager to kiss me, even after such a long time, and for Christmas he got me this really cool custom guitar, and­–“ I remember Zacky, his blood staining the snow. At the hospital. Hurting on the floor of Hot Topic. I feel my grin vanish. Well, that takes care of my boner. “And he’s really protecti– he gets jealous easily. I don’t really know if that’s a good thing, though.”
“It seems like the pros outweigh the cons,” a raven-haired girl to my left says.
“Yeah.” I look at my food again. Suddenly, peanut butter doesn’t taste as good.

Notes

So there’s a short chapter to start y’all off.I was actually drunk (still am as I type this) when I wrote everything following like the first two paragraphs, so if it’s bad, that’s my excuse.
I’m going to post this undoctored AN. Thank.
What do you guys think of this whole concept? It feels like I’m writing fan fiction for a fan fiction, but hopefully it’s more of a continuation for y’all.
Also, I think it’s pretty obvious here whom I wanted to top haha tøp
Thank you and goodnight. It’s Christmas eve. Haha so long and good night
Seriously though, I’m like a happy sleepy drunk so I’m amazed I managed to finish a full chapter before bed. Like what the fuck. I’m tired and hot which is weird because my room is usually freezing at night.
Ilove you all. Please comment, Im very narcississippi and love feedback thank goodnight

(wow I was gone last night. Thanks for reading! If you have another discontinued fic you'd like to "finish" comment below and I'll see what I can do.